#Four: In which she'll dig up a piece of ancient history.

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I close my old diary for a brief moment, a slight grin appearing on my face.

'Damn even when I was that young I hated him.
And he hated me...'

Some people say we're like fire and water. I'd say we were more like fire and oil. Every word that came out of either one of us, fueled the other's anger. We never got along. Not even the minute we met...

I open up my diary again and skip some entries around the same time. Searching for something other than me just ranting about Matt. I want to know when I started to like him ...and why?!

'Why for fuck's sake...'

I murmur digging through the pages, ending up somewhere five years later. I guess I was right from the get-go, he was staying around for a long time...
My eyes scout over the page as a hawk, picturing the day as I'm reading.

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